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Beast (Southpaw Remix) - Rob Bailey & The Hustle Standard ft. Busta Rhymes, KXNG Crooked & Tech N9ne
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Busta Rhymes
Busta Rhymes
Vocals
Charlie Hustle
Charlie Hustle
Vocals
DJ Khalil
DJ Khalil
Programming
Daniel Seeff
Daniel Seeff
Guitar
Daniel Tannenbaum
Daniel Tannenbaum
Keyboards
Evon Shubrooks
Evon Shubrooks
Drums
KXNG Crooked
KXNG Crooked
Vocals
Rob Bailey
Rob Bailey
Vocals
Tech N9ne
Tech N9ne
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
C. Caripides
C. Caripides
Songwriter
Khalil Abdul‐Rahman
Songwriter
Aaron Yates
Aaron Yates
Songwriter
Dominic Wickliffe
Dominic Wickliffe
Songwriter
Marshall Mathers
Marshall Mathers
Songwriter
Trevor Smith
Trevor Smith
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Charlie Hustle
Charlie Hustle
Producer
DJ Khalil
DJ Khalil
Remix Producer
Steve Baughman
Steve Baughman
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

When the sun rises I wake up and chase my dreams I won't regret when the sun sets Cause I live my life like I'm a beast I'm a mothafucking beast Ayo back to make you run around the game like its a fire I spit acid bitch like I got cyanide in my saliva Watch me wet and heat shit up like I'm a washer and a dryer While I beat you in your head until you tire (I'm a motherfucking beast) See the way we got my niggas is [?] I'm doing it again [?] Got a nigga wilding like he in a bull pen Look at me wishing Go down with the menace and I stop and I won't finish But I'll drop and I put skill in it, hotter than a skillet Pinkie fuck them with the guard, the gun is at your head Every single time you niggas see me, step beside the door Killing everything with a thousand gorillas, my homies so I suggest you bow to let your chick eat my salami slow Cry like a [?] niggas in the hood with that tsunami flow Get back homie before you get snapped Even got a bitch strapped in the club with a snub nose While I make them black with a banging and then crack Niggas in the head and back, everybody, 'til the club close Haters I see you sitting over there That's why you see me blacking everywhere I'ma motherfucking beast I'ma, I'ma fuckin' beast I'ma mothafuckin' beast I'ma motherfuckin' beast Fuckin I'm the fuckin' beast I'ma motherfuckin' beast (you don't want problems) I'ma motherfuckin' beast (you don't want problems with me) I'ma motherfuckin' beast (you don't want problems) I'ma motherfuckin' beast (you don't want problems with me) I'm a motherfucking beast right Homie welcome to the east side, where killers reside We playing war games, please hide Ain't no signs of peace, so fuck a peace sign we ride Bust shots from a car seat Or maybe hang you 'til your neck is broke Choke with you with a Stethoscope That's how I kill a motherfucker in a heartbeat on a dark street (I'm a motherfucking beast) I'm a motherfucking beast right Keep it three, Five, Seven, in a Levis When the beam fries, house game could be used as the disguise Look in these eyes, blast, then you gonna see when the heat fly Yo, is it we dumb or is it the city we from Got us killing each other over these bread crumbs You fuck with me it's gonna be [?] Area 1-51 This murder rap is red rum I done seen that nigga help you with a pistol Pull a gunmen out the window of a rental situation, detrimental Little kids are getting caught up in the middle, and they killed, it's accidental That's why I'm keeping a pistol, matter of fact capture my enemy Kidnap or slap him in the back of the Infinity Bandanas to mask the identity, start snapping like Charles Manson Or [?], fight back, attack me with energy, fight bad will add to your injury When I write raps you have to have a Bachelors in Chemistry Or a Masters in Math to be in the actual vicinity To pass me up mentally, to match my agility From Aspen to Italy, I have the ability to send your ass to the trinity Like death when it's after the Kennedy's I'ma motherfucking beast I'ma I'ma fuckin' beast! I'ma mothafuckin' beast I'm a motherfuckin' beast Fuckin I'm the fuckin' beast I'ma motherfuckin' beast (you don't want problems) I'ma motherfuckin' beast (you don't want problems with me) I'ma motherfuckin' beast (you don't want problems) I'ma motherfuckin' beast (you don't want problems with me) I don't know how I'm still hungry But they don't know how the IRS hung me What do you do when they take all of your money [?] like a bungee All of my grief it is making me unleash [?] opponents will cease So I'm yelling to the north, and the south, and the west and the east I'm motherfukin' beast When you don't have nothing [?] to go And you gotta get it no matter what Don't give that money to put enough in the gut I gotta be the killer because I'ma stunt [?] leave us in the dust The lupus killed my mother Something really stupid filled my brothers And now they beginning treating me ill like others When real life smothers, I kill like thuggers And bang, [?] I came to ice ya, a ring to nice ya She hanging knifeless, I'm stranger, hey bitch I aim when I spit For the winning I'm gonna increase The pressure when I'm having no peace, feel me Because I gotta eat, I won't let the demons release, kill me On your son I'mma feast, you're gonna need a bishop or priest I am that monster coming to get you to say the least I'ma motherfucking beast I'ma I'ma fuckin' beast! I'ma mothafuckin' beast I'm a motherfuckin' beast Fuckin I'm the fuckin' beast I'ma motherfuckin' beast (you don't want problems) I'ma motherfuckin' beast (you don't want problems with me) I'ma motherfuckin' beast (you don't want problems) I'ma motherfuckin' beast (you don't want problems with me)
Writer(s): Khalil Abdul-rahman, Dominick Wickliffe, Trevor Smith, Marshall Mathers, Aaron Dontez Yates, Charles Lawrence Caripides, Robert Brandon Bailey Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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